Tag: writing

Conclusions abound this week. A realistic threshold as I launch into a new year. January is the harshest of months. And this particular one is on par. I have discovered that to achieve some of the things I’d like, I must stretch myself. I must self promote. What do I mean? Well, I want my … More self promote

Sometimes I forget about rain. And then it rains. Like right now. It’s currently raining. A soft rain. Not associated with a storm. It rarely rained in my hometown. So all those years, growing up, I never became familiar with rain. It was always a luxury. A special treat. No one owned an umbrella. When … More sometimes I forget

Early on in married life my [then] husband read my journal. Without asking. I remember being very upset about this. I felt it was a breach. Of trust. Of personal space and belongings. And really just a snoopy, immature thing to do. He disagreed strongly. Feeling that I didn’t share my feelings openly, which I … More masterpiece

Well, sort of. I suppose technically it was free. If you read my previous entry, you know I recently cleaned out my closet. Somewhere in the midst of my new year’s declutter frenzy, I came across some books neither my children nor I wanted or had use for any longer. The bulk of them were AP … More so I bought this book

June 9, which was yesterday, is my wedding anniversary. Tomorrow, June 11, is my daughter’s fifteenth birthday. Today is June 10, which I’ve labeled [the day between]. Truthfully, it’s not just any day, it’s the anniversary of the day in 1990 when I graduated college. In a small way, it seems significant to me that … More the day between